Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Tang Yao looked at the female doctor and Fu ran. He really asked, "what method?"

The female doctor gave him a blank look: "go find someone else!"

Tang Yao then said softly, "she will be angry!"

The female doctor really had no temper. She lowered her head, shook her head, smiled and prescribed medicine to Fu ran: "wipe it outside. It's best to boil it. Don't take medicine inside. It's not a big problem, but it's itching."

Fu ran nods, while Tang Yao takes the prescription from the doctor and pulls Fu ran out.

He prepared the medicine, put the bag in the front locker, and then looked at Fu ran: "do you want to wipe it in the car?"

Fu ran bit her lip: "let's talk at home. I can bear it."

Home... These two words magically pleased Tang Yao. The corners of his mouth tilted slightly, lost his hair and moved the car.

When he went back, he drove very fast, and Fu ran was lying behind, constantly trying to catch him.

He stopped: "don't want to leave a scar, don't move at last."

She put down her hand and couldn't help touching it for a while. Under repeated torture, she scratched her hair.

Tang Yao was distressed and couldn't help opening his mouth: "didn't he say it wasn't serious? Why did he catch it like this?"

Silently stepped on the accelerator.

Finally, when he got back to the villa, Fu Ran Ran Ran to the master bedroom upstairs and applied his own medicine in addition to his clothes.

It's OK in front. She can wipe it all, but she really has no way on her back. She can't lie on her stomach, stand or look in the mirror

Fu ran looked at the small red rash on her body and couldn't wipe it. Finally, she lay on the bed and cried.

Tang Yao pushed the door in. Fu ran was weeping. He saw him come in, put a quilt on his back and turn his head to one side.

Tang Yao had seen the tears in the corners of her eyes, both distressed and funny. He walked in and sat by the bed with a low voice: "I'll wipe it for you, huh?"

Fu ran tightened the quilt and ignored him.

"Childish again." He smiled, reached out and brushed her hair to reveal his small face. "Good boy, otherwise it will itch hard again, huh?"

Fu ran doesn't want to talk to him, but it's more itchy behind his back when he's stuck in the quilt for a while.

"You go out." She reached out and gave him a push.

Tang Yao smiled and opened her quilt. Fu ran covered himself and stared at him: "Tang Yao, what do you want to do?"

"Although I want to, I dare not do it." He was very honest and said softly, "I'll help you apply the medicine, huh?"

Fu ran pursed her lips and stopped talking. Her white skin behind her lit a little red plum. It looked a little decadent.

Tang Yao took the medicine from one side and rubbed it on his fingertips to wipe it for her.

He could not help reaching out and touching it, rubbing it with medicine bit by bit——

It could have been wiped in two minutes. He wiped it for ten minutes, and his fingertips almost melted on it.

At the end, his voice was a little hoarse: "all right."

Fu ran stretched out his hand, pulled his clothes and sat up against the head of the bed. He looked at him weakly: "I'm much better. Go back first."

Tang Yao looked at her and smiled: "I'll pour you a glass of water. I'll stay tonight."

Fu ran certainly refused: "you go back."

He approached her and looked at her: "what are you thinking? I'm afraid it's inconvenient for you to take care of the children. You think I'll stay to take care of you, huh?"

Fu ran blushed, half angry, and stared at him.

Tang Yao smiled again, "but if you want me to take care of you, I'd like to."